The Golden Cicada flapped its wings, scouting the path ahead of Flora Bloom. The vegetation grew increasingly dense, forcing Flora to use her axe to chop away the small branches blocking her way.
"CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP."
The Golden Cicada sent another signal.
Flora Bloom walked over to take a look, and her eyes lit up.
Beside a giant, ancient tree with a trunk five or six meters in diameter, a purplish-black Lingzhi glistened, emitting a faint medicinal aroma.
'There's actually a Lingzhi in these mountains! Judging by its size, color, and faint medicinal scent, it must be ancient.'
In her previous life, she had seen a 300-year-old Lingzhi at an expert's stall in the base city. It had no medicinal scent, its size was deceptively large, and its color wasn't nearly as deep. Most importantly, that Lingzhi was completely dull and lusterless, looking no different from an ordinary herb.
